You'll pry my books off my cold, dead body. By the time you shift them all I'll be flat and dessicated.
Melanie is content with her life. School five days a week, always looking forward to days with her favorite teacher, who tells the best stories. A sort-of-best-friend, an annoying boy who makes funny of her. Her own room, with a bed and a wheelchair and armed soldiers who immobilize her and call her a fucking abortion. Normal life. But there's that secured door at the end of the hall, and kids who go through it never come back. And one day it's Melanie's turn.